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Chapter 1: Welcome to UA, Here’s A Quirk Assessment Test, Have Fun With That!

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"What did you want to talk to me about?” I politely question the mammalian principle, who continues to sip his tea thinking for a moment before putting it down on the small coffee table between us.

“I was wondering how Eraserhead got you to agree to teach here, after all you are known for being one of the busiest heroes in the world, you work 19 hours a day almost every day of the year and offer to work on overseas cases in your free time.” He stated as I took a sip from my teacup.

“He called in a debt that I owed him from when he saved my life a couple of years ago, I cleared some of my schedule and switched my cases in Australia for the Japanese cases that I was working on prior and here I am.” I tell Nedzu, who looks at me with his intelligent eyes which seem to be looking into my soul.

“So, he didn’t mention the whispers of an attack at UA then guilt trip you here using the debt as a secondary reason, his persuasive skills need improving then.” Not looking into my soul then, just reading my body language to get the data that he was looking for.

“Well, he did that too, but I didn’t think that you would appreciate knowing that one of your more senior staff was looking down at the school’s security and the student safety protocol. Also, you seem to be getting rusty, he mentioned that you were letting All Might teach here and the only teaching position that had constant free lessons when he was teaching was International Studies. So, I’m here to make sure that All Might doesn’t do anything too stupid because he is underqualified for teaching. If you don’t mind it's 20 minutes until class starts and I want to talk to Eraserhead before he starts his first lesson,” I say as I stand up and walk to the door before bowing respectfully to Nedzu, grabbing the class notes and putting them into my book bag before leaving his office to hunt down Aizawa.

I caught up with Aizawa 10 minutes before class started in the staff room. He was laying under his desk in his sleeping bag looking over some notes from what I can assume is either a case file or his class files. I sat down on his office chair that was pulled out from under his desk, lowering it so that I could sit comfortably while talking to his caterpillar self. “Which training ground are you going to use for their quirk assessment?” I asked, looking into his eyes as he shifted his gaze away from the papers.

“P.E. Training Grounds, do you want to act as a student for it? It would give them a comparison with what someone their age can do with a bit of training once we reveal it.” I shake my head in response.

“I’d rather blend in with the class but analyse their quirks instead.”

“Well, you better get on your way then or else I’m going to have to lecture you for being late,” Aizawa snarks as he slides out from under his desk looking over at the clock that reads 8:23, two minutes until homegroup starts. I quickly walked out of the homeroom towards class 1-A which was thankfully just around the corner managing to slip past three students who were talking in the doorway. I walked to the lonely desk at the back of the room that I can assume Nedzu or Aizawa had placed there for this exact reason. The table was placed in the middle at the back of the room between a tall brown-haired student and a student with red and white hair and a scar who I can only assume to be Endeavour's son, Todoroki Shouto.

I placed my book bag on the ground next to the table resisting the urge to take out the class file that I was given in Nedzu’s office to discover the names and quirks of the students in this class. Instead, I looked across the room seeing that the conversation that the three were having in the doorway had come to a halt as Aizawa was lying on the ground in the doorway still in his bright yellow sleeping bag.

“Welcome to UA’s hero course. It took eight seconds for you all to shut up, that's not going to work, rational students would understand that. Hello, I’m Shouta Aizawa, your teacher. Right let's get to it, put these on and head outside.” He instructed the class pausing between sentences to look over the classroom making eye contact with me. The class walked hurriedly to the front and grabbed their P.E. uniforms before heading to the changing rooms, I was slightly thankful that nobody had noticed or commented on me not wearing the proper uniform, considering that I was only wearing the uniform dress pants and a white button up shirt.

Once in the changing rooms I realised that changing might be an issue, my scars would be an obvious signal that I wasn’t a regular student, so I used my shadow to create a thin layer over my skin in areas with lots of scars while I slipped off my shirt and into the P.E. uniform. It attracted a bit of attention but was easy to wave off as part of my quirk. I was changed quickly and hurried out onto the P.E. grounds for the quirk assessment, I got there as Aizawa walked out of the building, he looked me over giving me a slight nod as some other students started to slowly finish changing and headed over to where we were, he subtly gestured to a notebook sitting open in the shadows of the building with a pen lying next to it. I looked over at it using my quirk to lift the pen resting it on the page, prepared to take notes on the students' quirks and what I think that they could do to improve control over them. Slowly the rest of the class approached the group, and I could tell that Aizawa thought that they took too long changing.

Once Aizawa had scolded class 1A for taking so long he began to introduce the quirk assessment. Aizawa informed the class that it was like their usual school physical assessments in P.E., but they were allowed to use their quirk to assist them in any way that they can think of. He then got an angry blonde student with an explosion quirk to toss the ball as far as he could using his quirk, the ball flew 705.2 metres as shown by Aizawa’s phone.

The class went through the quirk assessment with only a few weird looks as to why I wasn’t joining in that I brushed off, focusing on analysing their quirks noting that a green haired otherwise plain looking boy wasn’t using a quirk seeming to struggle, a bit anxiety getting the better of him. I noticed Aizawa looking critically at him, seemingly judging his worth and possibly considering expelling him. I looked directly at Aizawa, getting his attention and shook my head at him. Aizawa was too far away to hear it, but the green haired boy was analysing his classmates' quirks with the same quality as a trained analyst while doing the assessment, probably as a nervous reaction.

When the class went back to do the ball toss Aizawa singled out the green haired boy, Midoriya, about how he was planning to use his self-destructive quirk recklessly after cancelling his quirk. Midoriya looked taken aback by what Aizawa had said for a second before nodding to himself grabbing the ball and throwing it, I could see that he was going to try something and that his quirk was either new or he hadn’t had the ability to train it by how he pushed all of the power that it generated into and out through his finger to propel the ball 705.3 metres. The finger was purple and obviously broken from the amount of force that was pushed through it.

He turned to Aizawa and said something while I was focusing on the reaction of a blonde-haired student who yelled at Midoriya while he threw the ball. He moved towards Midoriya aggressively, explosions bursting forwards from his palms as I wrapped a shadow around his ankle and Aizawa erased his quirk. I released his ankle as Aizawa wrapped him in his capture weapon and pulled him towards him staring into Bakugou’s eyes as he scolded him for attempting to attack a classmate.

Once Aizawa had put Bakugou down he turned to the screen and displayed the results. They were just about what I expected with the recommendation students ahead of the class and Midoriya who hadn’t used his quirk until the ball toss in last place.

“Are you going to expel any of them, they all show some potential though I don’t like how Mineta looks at the girls?”

“No, I’ll have a conversation with Mineta if anyone complains or you notice him acting on his impulses.”

The class turned towards me and Aizawa, Midoriya looking clearly put out expecting Aizawa to follow through on his earlier plan of expulsion. “I am not going to expel any of you, it was a logical ruse.” Midoriya relaxed and some of the students started to grumble about being tricked when a recommendation student, Momo began talking.

“I thought everyone knew that it was a trick to get us to do our best, nobody would approve of a student getting expelled on the first day of classes.” I sighed clearly, even the recommendation students don’t know how free UA’s teachers really are with their teaching, especially Aizawa.

“Actually, Aizawa has a history of expelling students including several first day expulsions. In fact just last year he had expelled his entire first year class in the first week of school and he has the highest overall expulsion number in the whole school despite being a relatively new teacher. If you don’t meet his standards, you won’t last long in this class, especially if you don’t show that you can or want to improve and become the best that you can.” Class 1A looked at me in shock as Aizawa sighed, shaking his head at my antics.

“Yes, I do have the highest number of expulsions of the teachers, but you all showed that you are interested in trying your best and improving your skills, hopefully both with and without the use of your quirks. Anyway, get changed out of your P.E. uniforms and head back to the classroom where I will run you through the curriculum, teaching staff, rules and expectations of being a UA student and especially one of my students.” I turned and headed to the changerooms as he finished his sentence followed a few moments after by Momo the other girls.

I entered Class 1A after changing out of the P.E. uniform. Aizawa wasn’t in the class yet, most likely getting the class's time table and curriculum guides from his desk in the staff room. I wandered back over to the desk at the back of the classroom leaning back in the chair and staring up at the ceiling as the rest of the class filtered into the room with Aizawa following shortly after calling me over to hand out the curriculum guide as he ran through the main subjects for the first-year hero course on the board. After giving everyone their timetables and curriculum guide, I sat down at the back of the class and pulled out a different notebook than the one that I had used for analysis earlier and started to make a lesson plan for the following day’s international heroics lesson.

I focused back onto what was being said as Aizawa was explaining the optional classes for 2nd and 3rd years and that while they had to be completed before graduation you could choose what year you did them in, these classes included international heroics, underground heroics, support heroics and forming a hero agency. Aizawa then faced the class and with the most tired of life expression asked, “Are there any questions about how things will be running this year?”

Immediately several hands shot up across the classroom. Aizawa’s eyes slid across them looking to see who he should ask first, most likely trying to identify the more responsible students. Finally he gestures for Iida to ask his question. “Didn’t you say there are only 20 students per class, and why aren’t you strictly enforcing the uniform policy, there are several people in the room not wearing their uniforms correctly?”

“There are 20 students in the class, the table at the back of the room is for the international heroics teacher when they supervise All Might’s foundational heroics lessons as he is yet to get his full teaching license, in fact they have been sitting in here the whole time as they don’t have anything better to do today. As for not enforcing the uniform policy, the ties are optional and as the years go on less and less people wear them.”

“What, are you not going to introduce me to the class Aizawa? That's a bit rude isn’t it.”

“Class 1A this is the international heroics teacher, Jonni Mohanjot more commonly known as the Australian vigilante Midnight Hunter or the Pro Hero Eclipse, if there are any more questions about them, please direct it their way otherwise. Put your hands up for questions about the class work.” There was silence and nobody put their hand up to ask a question.

“Then feel free to use this time to get to know each other. Just keep the noise down, only wake me up if there is an emergency.” As soon as Aizawa crawled back into his sleeping bag, he slid under the table and seemed to go to sleep.

The class paused, seemingly processing what Aizawa had said. I started to gather my stuff before people got up and started to move around the room. I headed towards the staff room hoping to find All Might and run through the lesson plan for the first foundational heroics lesson. Upon entering the staff room, I noticed All Might wasn’t there despite having a free period. Assuming that he was out on patrol I put my analysis notebook on Aizawa’s desk and sat down at my desk to finish my international heroics lesson plan hoping to catch All Might in the staff room before his first year heroics lesson tomorrow.

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Bokuaka Week 2020 Day One: Bookshop/Coffee Shop AU

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It started off as a normal day for Akaashi. He woke up, got dressed then walked downstairs into his cafe and bookshop to set up before opening. Akaashi looked up as he heard the doorbell chime and Kenma walked in, “Have you had any sleep Kenma, your eyebags look worse than mine?” Kenma looked up tiredly at Akaashi before continuing around the counter. “Sorry, Kuroo bought me the newest Pokemon game as an apology for his last prank and I lost track of time while playing it.”

Akaashi put the last of the cakes into the display case while Kenma set up the register. They were opening soon and Akaashi still had to bake a few more cakes but he had the first batch out and ready. Kenma had finished setting up the register and had gone over to the coffee machine and started to brew two coffee’s. He pointed at the clock on the wall before gesturing to the door letting Kenma know that it was almost opening.

It was around two when things started to go crazy. Kuroo entered at his normal time, sitting at the table in the back as people began to vacate the cafe, before it closed so that Akaashi and Kenma could have lunch. Akaashi flipped the sign to shut as Kuroo bookmarked and closed a short novel, with an orange paw print on the front of its otherwise white cover. It was only upon turning around that Akaashi noticed that Kuroo wasn’t alone at the table. A tall man with spiky grey-white and black hair was sitting across the table from Kuroo looking around the small bookshop cafe with his golden eyes.

Kenma looked over at where Kuroo was sighing as he made coffee for the four of them and grabbed the lunches out of the backroom. Akaashi moved over to the counter and grabbed the coffee’s putting them down at the table, noticing that there was a hot chocolate there that he assumed was for the owlish man. Kenma walked over to the table with some sandwiches, a medium apple pie and a piece of chocolate cake.

Kuroo was the one to start the conversation, asking Kenma and Akaashi about their day, Kenma seemed to know the owlish man and talked about irritating customers before asking him how training went. Akaashi started to feel more and more awkward as the conversation continued, the owlish man was gesturing in wild movements how volleyball practice went while Kuroo was listening intently, cracking jokes and asking questions. Kenma was distracting himself from the wild conversation by playing on his DS, it was probably the new Pokemon game that Kenma had mentioned Kuroo buying him earlier. Akaashi half listened to the conversation having lost interest in volleyball during middle school declining recommendations from Fukurodani and Suzumeoka in favour of Nekoma’s closeness to home and high level literature classes. By the end of the conversation Akaashi had discovered that the owlish man’s name is Bokuto, that he played volleyball against Kenma and Kuroo in high school and that he is a pro volleyball player for the local division 1 team the MBSY Black Jackals. Akaashi looked over at the clock as he gathered the dishes from lunch taking them over to the sink behind the counter signalling for Kenma to flip the sign on the door back to open as Kuroo and Bokuto leave the cafe, the owlish man still gesturing wildly. Akaashi notices that he has a small smile on his face in his reflection.

Kuroo and Bokuto walk down the street towards the professional spikers house talking about how excited they are of Hinata's return to Japan and the upcoming game against the Adlers. The conversation turns from volleyball to Kenma when Kuroo says he’s going to be watching the game with Kenma. Bokuto asks how Kenma is going about working at the cafe as well as having a large following on his gaming channel on youtube.

“It’s easy for him, Akaashi lets him work at the cafe whenever he wants for as long as he wants, he knows how lonely being at home without anyone can be and he’s known us since high school.” Kuroo sighs looking upwards at the clouds, “I wish that Akaashi had someone sometimes, he just seems so lonely all the time.”

Bokuto looked at Kuroo, eyes wide with shock at the revelation that Akaashi, the pretty, petite, pale cafe/bookstore owner, was single. “Bro, Akaashi is single, I assumed that he was dating someone, he looks so nice and is so polite.” Kuroo sighs at Bokuto’s sudden outburst coming to a stop at the crosswalk.

“Akaashi is seen as too introverted for most and those who find him nice often don’t mesh well with his ‘serious and emotionless’ self. He also has issues with anxiety that causes him to avoid people for the most part.” Kuroo took a step forward crossing the road with Bokuto slightly behind him on his left, processing what Kuroo had just told him.

“Do you think that I could have a chance with him, Kuroo?” Bokuto questions, shocking Kuroo with the abruptness of the question. “Well it depends on if he finds you interesting or annoying, he quit volleyball at the end of middle school but was willing to give Kenma pointers with strategy and tactics cause he found that Kenma was nice to talk to but he disliked me at first. It really depends on how you act, I don’t think he likes being around loud people a lot but is more used to it than he was in high school.”

Bokuto looked over at Kuroo with pleading eyes, “Could you please be my wingman on this one Kuroo?” Kuroo looked at Bokuto’s puppy eyes before nodding slowly in agreement “I’ll be your wingman but you're going to have to be the one to talk to him once I get the conversation going okay?”

Bokuto nods as they round the corner to his apartment and continue up the stairs to the elevator inside. They ride the elevator in silence, Bokuto thinking about what he was going to talk about to the beautiful man he had met earlier that day, Kuroo’s talk about how he had quit volleyball was probably a sign that using that as a conversation point was probably off the table. He looked over at Kuroo, a moment of decisiveness coming over him. “Do you know what his favourite book genre is? I could read some books then use them to have a conversation with him.” Kuroo looked over at his longtime close friend, shocked that he was willing to read after having to fight with him to get him to study for exams.

“He likes lots of genres but is currently reading lots of short novels about teenagers, sport and crime. I’ve almost finished the first book in a series he’s recommended. I'll lend it to you once I finish it.” Kuroo said, gesturing to his bag which had the book from earlier in it as they exit the elevator and continue towards Bokuto’s apartment.

The following week Bokuto was finishing up the final book in the All for the Game series as he waited for Kuroo so they could head to Akaashi’s coffee shop for lunch. He was nervously tapping his feet as he read the final chapter of The King’s Men. He was surprised by the theme of the book and how it went from lighthearted to dark then back to lighthearted as the characters' moods shifted. Bokuto jumps and closes his book as Kuroo enters his apartment, slightly slamming the door shut as he yells. “Hey, bro are you ready to see Akaashi?”

Bokuto paused at the corner of the street from the cafe, he was clenching and unclenching his fist nervously as he waited for the lights to change. Kuroo looked over at his best friend who was clearly nervous. “Dude, chill, the worst thing that could happen is Akaashi gets nervous around you. Kenma has told me that Akaashi has asked him to be his wingman.”

Around the corner Akaashi and Kenma sneeze as they close the shop for lunch. “Akaashi are you sure that you are comfortable with this, you have only known each other for a week.” Kenma looks worriedly over his longtime friend. “It’s okay Kenma, I’ll give him a chance, thanks for talking Kuroo out of his original plan, that would have been awkward.” Both Kenma and Akaashi shiver at the thought of a picnic double date in the current chilly weather.

They look up from their usual lunch table as Bokuto and Kuroo enter the cafe, walking past bookshelves and other tables as they make their way towards them. Akaashi started to nervously fiddle with his fingers under the table as Bokuto sat down on his left. Kuroo sat on Kenma’s right smiling at Bokuto as he reached for Kenma’s hand under the table. There was a short bout of awkward silence as they all started to eat. After a few minutes Kuroo finally decided to break the silence, “Akaashi, I finally got around to finishing the All for the Game series a few days ago, I must say that I was surprised that you were interested in it considering how sports focused it can get.”

Akaashi looked elated at the prospect of talking about the series as he quickly replied words seemingly flying from his mouth, “On the surface it can seem to be focused on sports but the real pushing factor is everyone's mindsets from the trauma that they had gone through in their childhood, Neil wants to play exy not only because it's fun but because it’s something that he was told he couldn’t do by his mother due to his circumstances with his father. Andrew is playing exy cause it gets his family into a University and allows him time off his meds at the beginning then we see him become more and more attached to Neil…” he drifts off realising that he was ranting about a book series that half of the table probably haven’t read yet.

Bokuto took his silence as an opportunity to jump into the conversation, “I think that Akaashi is right Kuroo, the book series used the Foxes playing Exy as a parallel to Neil and Andrew facing their trauma and identity and overcoming the habits that their parents had trained them into.”

Akaashi looked at Bokuto surprised remembering what Kenma had told him about the man Bokuto had read a book series that he had enjoyed and had analysed what the true story going through the series was when he was rarely able to sit still and was training to play on the Japanese Olympic team. “It also shows all four responses to threats, Neil being flight, Andrew being fight, Kevin being freeze and Jean being fawn.” Akaashi added onto Bokuto’s previous statement, eyes shining with excitement behind his passive facial expressions.

The two continued to talk about the book series with Bokuto getting his number and several book recommendations so they could continue to converse about them. It wasn’t a surprise that within a month of them exchanging contacts they had told Kuroo and Kenma that they were officially dating. It was more of a surprise for Kenma that Akaashi could deal with Bokuto’s high energy and mood swings as though he had been doing it for years.

They were perfect for each other, Kenma mused, he was happy that he had asked Kuroo to bring Bokuto along that day.

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